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Spiritual Eyesby Lisa M. Lee-Hannan. |
| My mother wore glasses I want you to know She kept them on her eyes wherever she would go. I remember her screaming, "Find my glasses, so I can see. I want to watch this show coming on TV" She would often tell us she could see, just not things far away. I didn't see why she wasn't healed as much as she would pray. When she would cry she would take off her glasses for a temporary period of time. I would feel like saying something but she said, always said, that I'm fine. When she slept, she'd take them off and put them on the nightstand. So when she woke up they would be right at her hand. When she studied the Word, her papers and everything were in place. And her glasses were always snug, fitting to her face. Studying the Word was different somehow to my surprise. For sometimes she would take the glasses off her eyes. I knew when she took them off and sat that ink pen down, She was concentrating hard for she didn't make a sound. But this time she started writing faster than ever before. I didn't see how she was doing it, for her glasses were on the floor. I thought with her glasses off she'd have to strain with all her might. She looked at me and smiled and said, "I'm using my spiritual sight." That's when I learned the importance in seeing through the eyes of God. For when she took off her glasses, seeing was easy, not hard.
Mark 8:18 |
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